#the doctor who i knew had the doctor kissing random people all the time and then 12 happened and. nothing

[pikechris]

yeah the doctor hasn't kissed a man since 2005 but they also haven't kissed anyone on screen since missy in 2014. ten actual years. do you understand the significance of this

[steddiehyperfixation]

it means "i love you" (steddie ficlet)

When Eddie was little, his mother used to hold his hand and squeeze it three times. "It means 'I love you'," she told him, demonstrating one squeeze for each word, "and if you want to, you can give four squeezes back to say 'I love you, too'." So little Eddie squeezed back, that time and every time.

It was something that was just theirs, a silent communication, a wordless comfort. Oftentimes it was spontaneous, just gentle, random reminders of affection whenever the feeling arose, but sometimes it was purposeful, meant to be felt deeply as an encouragement or a reassurance.

On Eddie's first day of preschool, he held his mother's hand as she coaxed him through the doors of the classroom. He hadn't wanted to leave her side, but she had smiled at him and squeezed his hand, and it was those three squeezes, sending the warmth and promise of her love through their hands, that had given him the courage to let go and bound fearlessly into the fray of the other children.

On those dark nights when Eddie's father would get a little too drunk, a little too loud, a little too angry, Eddie's hands and his mother's would find each other and squeeze. The gesture was grounding, protective, safe. Eddie could never be afraid as long as he was holding on to her love.

When Eddie's mother got sick, her health gradually deteriorating until she was bedridden and weak and could barely even speak, she still reached for her son's hand and spoke with those three squeezes. I love you. Eddie squeezed back four times. I love you, too. She held onto life as long as she did for him, he knew that, but she couldn't hold on forever. Her hand went cold and still in his and Eddie, only eight years old then, gave three last squeezes as the machines flatlined and the doctors rushed in and a nurse carried him from the room.

That was the last time he ever used that gesture to signal his love.

Over the next twelve years, Eddie found other sources of love and warmth and safety, found it in the bonds he formed with his friends and his uncle and the little lost sheep who wandered into his D&D club. These relationships did not lend to hand-holding, though, and he had since learned how to express his affection for the people he cared about through words and favors and casual, friendly touches instead, and so Eddie never shared the little language of hand squeezes with anyone else.

Until now. Until Steve.

Steve Harrington has become Eddie’s biggest and brightest source of love and warmth and safety. Through the craziness of Vecna and the Upside-Down, through the trauma of almost dying and the long process of recovery, Steve was by his side the entire time, and Eddie has grown to care for him deeply. He doesn’t just love him, he’s pretty sure he’s in love with him, actually.

They’re dating now, finally, after all the months of flirting and pining ultimately led to confessions and kissing, but it’s only been official for a few weeks. Surely it’s still too soon to be dropping the L word already. Not that Eddie would know - he’s never been in love before, never even really been in a proper romantic relationship before. He doesn’t know what the normal timeline is for this sort of thing. Steve is the one with all the relationship experience, he’s the one who’d know, and so Eddie is waiting for him to say it first.

It’s getting increasingly harder to keep it in, though. Sometimes all Eddie’s love just bubbles over, the emotion growing too big for his body and demanding to be expressed. Right now is one of those times. He can’t explain why - it’s not as if Steve is doing anything different or special; they’re just sitting across from each other in a small diner booth, knees bumping together under the table, Steve talking around a mouthful of cheeseburger as he tells a story about something stupid one of the kids did earlier - but Eddie can feel his heart expanding and his chest growing warm, and he feels like he might burst. He laughs at the story and makes a comment to continue the conversation as he catches Steve’s hand, holding it across the table and releasing his bursting affection with three quick squeezes. I love you.

Steve doesn’t know what it means, doesn’t know the code or its intended response. He just smiles, squeezes back only once, and gently, idly, rubs his thumb across the back of Eddie’s hand. And that’s enough. Eddie doesn’t need Steve to know what it means, not yet. It's enough, for now, just to hold his hand, just to say it without saying it. 

Eddie starts doing this more often. Whenever his love threatens to overwhelm him, his hand finds Steve’s and squeezes three times. I love you. There’s no pattern to these moments, at least not one Eddie can predict, the feeling arising randomly and without warning at anytime, anywhere: on dates at diners or watching movies on the couch, during mundane tasks like cooking breakfast or cleaning up after hosting friends, in the middle of a kiss or in the bedroom, in the car with a gaggle of teenagers in the backseat or in the middle of Steve’s work. 

Steve still doesn’t know what it means. But Steve is smart, observant. Eddie can tell he’s starting to figure out that it means something, can see him piecing together the way those three squeezes are always accompanied by a softer smile or a deepened kiss or a gentler touch. 

It’s another few weeks until Steve one day returns Eddie’s squeezes with three of his own. ? ? ? The gesture is experimental, unsure, the meaning close but not quite there. Eddie’s breath catches anyways, his smile going soft and his cheeks flushing pink. He squeezes Steve’s hand four times. I love you, too. And Steve knows then; Eddie watches his eyes flash with understanding as it finally clicks in his brain. He doesn’t say anything, though, neither of them do. Steve just pulls Eddie closer and kisses him, soft and slow and deep, and Eddie melts into him.

Now the sun is rising, morning filtering through the window and casting streaks of light across Steve’s bed where the boys lay curled around each other. Steve is still asleep, snoring peacefully in Eddie’s arms, but Eddie is awake, quietly admiring how perfect Steve looks under the soft glow of dawn. The stripes of sunlight illuminate his bare skin with gold, highlighting the adorable little moles on his cheek and neck and shoulder. Eddie kind of wants to bite them. So he does. Because he can. 

Steve yelps when Eddie’s teeth latch onto his shoulder, driving his elbow backwards into Eddie’s stomach to push him off. But Steve is used to occurrences like this by now, so his shove is light and his tone is affectionate as he rolls over to face Eddie and mumbles, “You’re a menace.” 

“Not my fault you look good enough to eat, Stevie.” Eddie grins at him before pouncing again, smothering his boyfriend with more bites and kisses. 

Steve laughs and his attempts to shove Eddie away lack any real effort, until he finally retaliates by finding the secret ticklish spot on Eddie’s side, sending the other boy falling off of him and into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. 

“No fair!” Eddie gasps through his laughter as Steve tackles him with tickles. He admits defeat fairly quickly, breathlessly insisting, “Okay, truce, truce!” 

Steve lets himself be pushed off and settles back onto his side beside Eddie. His chuckles fade into a sweet smile, his eyes bright and shining as he stares at Eddie with an expression of pure adoration. Eddie feels his heart bursting again, the feeling growing bigger and bigger with every second that Steve keeps looking at him like that. He wants nothing more than to reach for Steve’s hand and squeeze three times, but he’s a little afraid to now that he's sure Steve knows what it means.

“Hey, Eds?” Steve speaks after a few moments of silence. 

Eddie shifts onto his side to face him completely. They're barely a breath apart. “Yeah?”

Steve touches Eddie's arm, starting from his shoulder and trailing down. His fingertips are so light as they skim the soft skin of Eddie's forearm and the palm of his hand, Eddie very nearly shivers. Steve slides his fingers between Eddie’s, closes them around his hand. “I love you,” Steve says, squeezing Eddie’s hand as he speaks, one squeeze for each word.

Eddie is overflowing, heart filled to the brim with all the love he has for Steve and all the love he feels in return. His smile spreads so wide his face might just split in two. He moves their hands between them, twisting their arms so that he can press a kiss to the back of Steve's hand. “I love you, too,” Eddie says back, with one squeeze for each word.

It's something that's just theirs now, this little language of hand squeezes.

(also on ao3)

[stillxnunpxidintern]

I just had the thought earlier for Marco x Reader thing, and as usual @captainportgasdace was the one dealing with my random thoughts lol, I get many of them.

So the Moby is docked at an Island and everyone notices that Marco got a little spring in his step, so when they head to a tavern they see Marco is that the bar talking to you, who a bar-maid, rather than sitting with his siblings and this is the first that anyone has noticed this.

While watching Marco and you, everyone is like how have we not noticed this before, watching Marco lean over the bar talking & flirting with you and tucked some loose hair behind your ear.

The crew was thinking this was cute, especially when they see how he's smiling at the you, and they were are going to tease him so much when he's back on the Moby but while still in the tavern they would leave him alone and let Marco enjoy himself.

Marco leaves for the night for the you and comes back early morning Moby with only a few people up and one of them is Ace, who smiling widely and shout "Good Morning Marco" but man in question just ignore the fire user, as he was too happy to care and it was too early to deal with it.

Pops is the only person who knew about the you and everyone is telling him that Marco has a person and Pops like 'mhmm okay'

Everyone is like "You knew! And didn't tell us” and that just make Pops laugh.

Marco knowing what his siblings are like warned you about them and when they found out about you, as he wouldn't wish them on his enemies when they find something out for the first time and descend to find more out.

Marco tries to get you to join but you always decline with smile and kisses to distract him saying you weren't made for the sea.

While he's sailing around and doing pirate things, the whole crew was teasing him mercilessly and for most part it didn't bother him.

You both would send letters to each other, it was in one of these letter that had Marco flying off with in seconds after reading it.

Arriving at back at your island, he could see that a lot of it had been destroyed and there were a few structures & house that were still smoking. Landing on the ground his first though were on finding you and which didn't long as you came running, when someone said there was a giant blue bird in air.

You threw your arms around him and he hugged you tightly before pulling backward and had a good look at you, there were cuts and some burns on you but nothing serious that he thankfully. He began helping the out where he was needed.

It a few day later when the Moby arrived at the island and was shocked to see the how island was, so Pops ordered the crew to help out where it was needed.

Once the town was in better shape and most of the people were healed, Pops said it was time to leave but would be sooner than normal just to check up on the island.

Marco asked you to join like he normally did but this time there something in his voice, worried/afraid of you saying no and staying on the island, where he couldn't protect you.

However this time when he asked you agreed, the attack and aftermath had given you the push to leave the island and see world, what better way than with a man who loves you and will protect you, even if it was on pirate ship and knew attacks other crews would trying to attack too.

When Pops was told, he smiled and welcomed you to the family with a bone crushing hug. The rest of the crew welcome you warmly and then asked how you both met. You smiled while Marco groaned beside which made them all grin as you told them.

So you told them that Marco had come help the local doctor and as you would help out a few days a week before working in the tavern in the evening that how you met him, you did leave the part out that Marco had hit his head on the door way as he was just staring at you, but the crew didn't need to know that.

He thanked you by pressing a kiss into the side your head as some of them booed as they thought there was going to be some funny story to it and you were sure some of them didn't quite believe that was the full story but didn't say anything about.

Maybe you would tell the full story in the future but for now you would keep it between yourselves.

[tatsumessy]

You’re afraid after seeing him fight for the first time - {Satoru Gojo}

jjk 0 arc

You and Gojo had been dating for years and you knew briefly what he did for work but you never dig deep into it. Just from the looks of it your relationship seemed more casual than serious. You and him hadn’t talked for a few weeks so you just assumed he was busy or the relationship was over.

Today you stupidly left your phone at home so you didn’t see the evacuation notice that was sent out and you needed to go to a flower shop to grab flowers for your parents grave site. The shop was open oddly enough to the city being empty, assuming the owner was in the back you started looking around the shop trying to find the right assortments but a loud crash outside grabbed your attention.

There was a huge creature staring into the shop staring right at you, you couldn’t even scream. You stood there in shock until a hand grabbed you and pulled you to the back of the store. It was an older man and his wife and they both were staring at me like I was an idiot for being in the city in the first place.

“Are you crazy?? Did you not see the evacuation notice? Do you have a death wish?” Your head was spinning from the amount of questions he was asking, “I don’t have my phone with me. Why are you two of all people still here?” They looked at each other then back at you.

“It’s our families shop, we can’t just leave it to get destroyed by curses and sorcerers.” You nodded your head at the old woman accepting her answer because if I was in her shoes I’d do the same thing. The couple engaged in small talk to try and pass the time but another large crash grabbed all of your attention.

The curse that saw you was coming after what it saw earlier, the shop was being crushed and guilt was seeping into your body. So without further thought you stood up and ran out the shop, the curse noticed you and started following you. You ran inside of a random building and started running up the stairs to get to the roof, it didn’t matter where you went as long as the things got away from the shop.

Once on the roof you didn’t have time to process a loud sound coming from infront of you. It was Gojo, he destroyed the curse that was following you in a instant. “Your in my way.” He said using his curse magic.

Your eyes widened seeing him turn his attention back to the guy he was fighting, he punched him with such precision and power that it was a surprise how the man could even still stand up. And through the whole fight Gojo kept a calm composure like he wasn’t beating the living shit out of someone, wasn’t he supposed to be fighting the curses? NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE, was Gojo the bad guy?

Still standing there frozen Gojo finally noticed you and as he was calling out your name your legs moved on their own taking you back down the stairs and into the flood streets of the city. Your heart felt like it could break any second, who was this man that you were involved with?

All the curses noticed you and thankfully some other sorcerers came to take care of the curses. You were taken to safety but as you sat there getting treated by the doctor a familiar white haired man stood there next to you.

“Is she okay?” He asked her and she told him that you just needed rest, he thanked her and tried to grab your hand but you snatched them away out of fear. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked bending down so that he was eye to eye with you. “If your job was to fight curses why did you beat that foreigner up. I saw you.” You said crossing one leg over another, he sighed then let out a small laugh.

You looked at him with an annoyed expression and he was taking your statement like a joke. “They were the ones who brought on the curses.” He said being serious once he noticed your facial expression. “Would you ever hurt me like that?” You asked leaning against the wall creating some distance between you two.

He leaned in grabbing each side of your face gently and placed a languid kiss on your lips. “Your my girlfriend why would I hurt you. My job is to protect you with my life.” You turned your face away giving him a side-eye when he said girlfriend.

“Were you scared?” He asked taking his hand and moving it down to grab yours, you flinched slightly but that did urge him to move his hand, “Yes, I’ve never seen that side of you. I didn’t recognize who I was looking at, and you took out that curse like it was nothing I mean how do yo-” he cut you off with another laugh and then wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up and hoist you over his shoulder.

“Let’s take you home beautiful.” He said loudly and you hid your face in your hands as he physically carried you the whole way to his apartment not yours, his.

[lucywritesagain]

Between the lines ┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱ Part 2

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Stephen Strange Masterlist ꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: You were supposed to work for Stephen for a few weeks and then move on to do your own thing. But you stayed and it was the best decision you have ever made in your entire life. Aka your first date with the sorcerer supreme.

You can read part 1 of this story here

You shrieked, almost tripping on your own feet. You couldn’t see a thing, but thankfully Stephen was holding you tightly, navigating your steps. He was the reason you were going through the city of New York blindfolded, but you didn't even mind it. The sorcerer promised you a fun first date and even though you were the one who asked Stephen out he insisted on organising everything. Apparently The Sorcerer Supreme had come up with a great idea after your little talk in the restaurant all those weeks ago and just waited for the right moment to execute his plan. 

Stephen has been nothing but patient, waiting for you to get better and being there for you as a friend during the last 3 months. And you sure  hoped that the wait was worth being dragged around the town with a blindfold on. This must have looked hilarious to all the people who walked past you. You giggled, trying to imagine this scene- one of the most popular heroes dragging a random person through the streets of New York, smiling like a little child.

“We’re almost there.” The doctor announced with excitement in his voice. He can’t remember a time when he felt so happy and carefree- and your date hasn’t even truly begun. 

When you asked Stephen out on a date earlier that day he was nothing but thrilled. When the topic of your potential romantic relationship came to light that one night in his favourite Thai restaurant neither of you actually expected it to happen. Stephen insisted that you should take care of your mental health and has been incredibly supportive. It made you fall for him even more, but you feared that his patience would run thin and he wouldn’t be interested in you anymore by the time you decided you were ready to give him a chance . Thank the Vishanti you were very wrong. 

Suddenly you stopped walking- or rather Stephen stopped you. The city was always a busy place full of a variety of sounds, but you couldn’t recognise any of the noises around you. There were people laughing and music playing over some random sounds of buttons and balls hitting the ground but that only made you even more confused.

“We are here!” Stephen exclaimed, carefully untying the blindfold. “Okay, you can open them!”

You did as he asked and your eyes met with a hallway full of LED lights and dozens of different arcade games. You covered your mouth with your hand, feeling even more excited as before. 

"Oh my Vishanti." You gasped, turning to face your… boyfriend? You didn't want to make Stephen uncomfortable by putting a wrong label on your relationship just yet, but the thought of calling him your boyfriend made you all warm on the inside. The doctor smiled, offering you his hand which you gladly took and so the two of you made your way to purchase the tickets. 

"There are so many things in here I don't know where to start." You said with a huge grin on your face. Your date has just begun and you knew it was going to be an amazing night. 

"Hmm, we could walk around and see what we like the most." The sorcerer proposed, gently squeezing your hand as you went deeper into the hallway. "Or better!" He continued with a brand new dose of excitement in his voice. "Let's go look at the prizes first. You can tell me what you want so that I can win it for you." 

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Stephen." Giving his hand a light squeeze you leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. 

The doctor’s heart jumped in his chest when he felt it. His face was surely covered in bright red. 

“Don’t be too excited. I haven’t won anything for you yet.” The sorcerer said, swaying your joined hands as you walked through the praises section. Even though you had dozens of amazing things in front of you, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your date. The blue light coming from the arcade games behind you made his cheekbones stand out. The silver strands in his hair seemed to be sparkling like glitter. And his eyes… You loved Stephen’s baby blues and now they looked like little diamonds, reflecting the light around them and creating tiny rainbow areolas. 

“It’s the thought that counts.” 

“I need you to remember that you said that in case I won’t be able to actually win anything.” The doctor joked, making you giggle. 

The two of you stopped at the shelf with prizes for 2000 points or more. Most of the stuff were giant squishmallows and other plushies that were bigger than your twin sized bed. In the corner you spotted a polaroid camera for 5000 points and exhaled loud enough for your companion to hear it. Stephen’s eyes followed your gaze, making the sorcerer smirk. 5000 points couldn’t be so hard to get, right? But before he could ask if that was what you wanted you pointed at a medium sized teddy bear with a little red cape. A teddy bear that resembled Stephen. As much as the doctor disliked seeing his merchandise he had to admit that this plushie was kinda cute. They even gave it his goatee and his hair looked pretty well.

“I want that one.” You said with a giggle, knowing very well what your friend thought about it.  You leaned your head on Stephen’s shoulder and threw your hands around his waist. “Please?” 

“From all of those things you want that one?” The sorcerer supreme laughed, embracing you as well.  You could feel the vibration in his chest as his laugh echoed through the alley you were standing in. “It’s not even 1000 points…ouch.” His smile fell, pretending to be hurt by this unfair arrangement. . “I’m worth at least 1500.”

You couldn’t help, but wheeze, hiding your face in his chest as you tried to steady your breath.

“You’re a funny one, mister doctor.” With a little pat on his shoulder you took a step away from his arms to point at the shelf. “What do you want?” You asked, playing with the hem of your shirt with your free hand. “And don’t you dare say you don’t want anything!” 

Your friend looked at you and then back at the display with a playful smile on his face. “That one.” He pointed at a little box in the 1000 points section. “I want that one.”

“You want a funko pop that looks like-”  the idea of Stephen bringing that little toy home was so ridiculous to you you almost cried from trying to contain your laughter. “This is hilarious.”

“Yes, I want it.” The doctor pulled your hand to try and move you to the next part of your adventure. You didn’t protest much and quickly followed him. Stephen would get you that ridiculous plushie and the camera. All he wanted in return was your happiness and that funko pop. “You know-” the sorcerer continued as the two of you made your way to an automaton with the classic Pac Man game. “Wong said once that it would be fun if he had his own merchandise. This toy will be the perfect gift for him and me.”

“We can start with this game. Play a few rounds together to get more points and then play separately?” The man  gestured for you to sit down, which you gladly did and inserted a few tickets into the machine after you gave him an excited nod. 

This night was getting better and better with every minute. You could hear Stephen saying “I will put it on my nightstand” as he sat down beside you on the chair that was too small for two people, making you slide. Instead of scoothing over and giving you some space, Stephen took the entire seat and pointed at his lap.

“If you’re okay with that you could sit here…” The sorcerer proposed with a blush covering his entire face. “Or you could just sit on the chair and I will-”

You didn’t let him finish and just sat down on his lap, putting your head on his shoulder to get more comfortable. “We switch after every round?” You asked, waiting for Stephen to hit start. You could hear his heart beating faster. You found it cute.

“What? Oh yes, of course.” And then the game finally started.

“No wait!” You pulled Stephen back by his hand, laughing like crazy. Apparently the sorcerer was very skilled at arcade games. He had so many tickets it would be enough for two Doctor Strange teddy bears and probably some small keychain. You’ve been playing for hours and it was probably well after midnight.  Stephen wanted to go get the prices and leave, but you needed just a few more points to get him that funko pop and another gift. “I need 200 more points!” 

“But you already have enough for my mini Wong.” Your date flopped dramatically on the bench behind him, pulling you onto his lap for the 100th time that night. You liked that a lot, but you were on a mission! You desperately needed to get those points. 

You giggled, seeing some breadcrumbs- remains of your dinner at the arcade- on Stephen’s shirt he didn’t swipe off. With one move of your hand they were gone, but your palm stayed glued to  the sorcerer’s chest. He looked up at you and covered your hand with his, his thumb gently drawing circles into your skin. Of course it wasn’t the first time you two were this close, but it never failed to make you feel warm on the inside. You were curious how Stephen’s kiss would feel. 

The sorcerer thought about kissing you multiple times during your date, but he didn’t want to rush things. It would happen eventually- maybe when you come back home or maybe in two months. It didn’t matter to neither Stephen nor you. You had plenty of time and simply wanted to enjoy the moment. 

“Give me 10 minutes with galaga and I will meet you at the register with your mini Wong and a surprise.” You said, putting a stray silver hair behind his ear and leaned down to give him a quick forehead kiss.

“10 minutes?” The doctor sighed heavily, wiping an invisible tear.  “How will I survive it?”

“You’re a dork, Stephen Strange.” You stood up and headed to get your last points. “See you in 10 minutes!!” You shouted and smiled when he blew you a kiss. Anyone who saw you probably thought you guys were drunk or something. But it didn’t matter how crazy you looked and what other people thought of you. You were happy- Stephen was, too.

Stephen didn’t want to let you go. He couldn’t imagine a moment away from you, but right now he was glad that you were doing your own thing. It gave him the opportunity of buying you that polaroid camera with his tickets. His pockets were filled with little pieces of paper and it was so hard to hide them from you. Of course you knew he had more points than he needed to get you that plushie, but you had no idea he had a secret stash in the pockets of his jeans. He might have cheated once or twice to get them, but some of those games were rigged anyways! At least that was what he chose to believe. 

Stephen couldn’t help but smile as he walked down the hallway to the register. At first he thought that a date at the arcade would be a mistake- it was something for young people, not two very much adult sorcerers- but thankfully Wong convinced him to take you there. The doctor had never had so much fun on a date. Never. Most of his outings were very generic- a dinner at a restaurant, watching a movie in the cinema. Not that those things were boring, but it just wasn’t it sometimes. It wasn’t as exciting as this. For the first time in years Stephen felt young and carefree. It was something he really needed. His job was stressful so it was really nice to just be normal for once. 

“I would like numbers 10 and 16, pretty please.”  The doctor said, putting his tickets on the counter. 

“Okay, I know it’s been more than 10 minutes, but the freaking machine wouldn’t give me my points!” You greeted him, waving your little bundle of tickets.

“That is outrageous.” The sorcerer stood by the exit door, hands behind his back hiding your gifts. “Unacceptable.” 

“I know!” You laughed and ran to the register to get the prizes for Stephen. You were watching as one of the workers fetched your stuff and didn’t notice that your date was now standing right behind you.

“So what’s the surprise?” He whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Dear Vishanti, Stephen!” You shrieked. The sorcerer hid his face in your shoulder, trying not to laugh and failing miserably. He laid little kisses on your cheek as an apology and you just couldn’t be annoyed when he was acting like a total softie. “You’re lucky you’re cute, doctor!”

“Grandma was right all along- this pretty face would help me get away with everything.” He murmured into your cheek. If his hands weren’t occupied he would have embraced you the moment he saw you again. 

“You’re so stupid.” you laughed, turning your face a little bit to the left to be met with Stephen’s angelic smile. Your noses were almost touching and if you moved just a little bit, your lips would, too. “I like that in a man.”

“Okay, lovebirds! Here’s your stuff!” The boy behind the counter gave you your prizes, packed in simple grey paper bags which you quickly snatched to hide behind your back. Stephen thanked him and you guys left the arcade with a blink of an eye.

There were many benefits of being a sorcerer. One of them was the ability to create portals to almost anywhere in the world. Yes, this day was amazing, but you were so happy to be back in the sanctum. It was good that Stephen transported you right to your room because you wouldn’t want to wake up Wong. You would get an earful for that.

“Close your eyes!” you ordered when the two of you were comfortably sitting on your bed.

Stephen did as you asked and waited for your next command. He could hear you fiddling with some stuff, trying to open a box he saw earlier. As much as he was excited to receive his mini Wong, Stephen wondered what else you got him. 

He felt something in his hand. It wasn’t heavy. All Stephen could deduce was that this thing was shaped like a rectangle and had some sort of a cable attached to it. You put the box with his mini Wong on top of it so he wouldn’t see the surprise when he opened his eyes. 

“You can look!” You said cheerfully, making your lover’s smile widen. 

“Oh, he is so going on my nightstand.” Stephen laughed and opened the box, letting the other gift fall on his bed. He didn’t want to see it just yet- it was supposed to be a surprise. The doctor couldn’t remember when was the last time he felt such joy from getting something so silly. He felt like a kid opening his birthday presents. But somehow this felt so much better. He was a grown man and it was rare to have a moment for himself- to just care about his own happiness for once. And you made it possible.

“I will put him in my shirt pocket and carry him around until Wong notices.” He said and put the toy aside. His gaze travelled down to his sheets to finally see what it was that you gave him. All he could do was gasp. “No way.”

“I know your last cassette player broke when that demon paid us a visit and demolished our living room.” You said, fiddling with your thumbs. “I know how much you liked it and when I saw it at the arcade I just had to take it with me.”

“I-” The sorcerer stuttered, holding the player close to his chest. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you!” He whispered, hugging you tightly. 

“I’m happy you like it.”

“Like? I love it!” I love you, Stephen thought- the smile never leaving his face. “Okay, it’s my turn!” He announced, picking his bags off the floor. 

“Stephen the bear is now officially yours.” The sorcerer giggled, placing the plushie in your arms. You immediately embraced it, squeezing the life out of it. “I see I have some serious concurrence.” He joked, pointing between you and the teddy bear you were holding so dearly. 

“No one could ever compare with you, Stephen.” You said, giving your lover a kiss on the cheek. “Although I have to admit…. This guy is really huggable.” 

“Oookay, to the next gift.” Stephen blinked, taking the plushie out of your arms and throwing it on his pillow, making you wheeze. You knew he was just playing- he was being so silly and carefree today. You loved seeing him like that. “I saw you looking at it. I knew you wouldn’t ask for it, but I wanted you to have it.” 

He fished into the bag and pulled out a medium sized box. You recognized it immediately.

“You gave me a camera?” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands. “You didn’t have to!” You jumped into his arms, hugging him as thigh as you could. 

“Well, I  said I wanted you to have it.” He murmured, laying gentle kisses on your head. 

You squeezed his waist once more and pulled away to open the box. You quickly inspected the camera to see if anything was missing and when you were sure that this thing was in a good condition you put the film in and turned it on. 

“Wanna take a photo?” You asked with excitement in your voice. There’s no better way to document your happiness than taking a bunch of photographs. 

“Of course.” Stephen smiled, pulling you into his lap- his arms wandered around your waist to keep you steady while his cheek was glued to your own. He couldn’t wait to hang this photo somewhere in the sanctum. He will make a copy to keep it with him when he’s away from you. To keep you close to his heart. And he didn’t care how cheesy it was.

You put your hand up, stretching it as far as you could and clicked the button. The film came out of your polaroid as soon as you heard the soul of the flash. Stephen took the pic out and shook it, too excited to wait.

“You’re actually not supposed to shake it.” You said, taking the photo out of his hand.

“I’m not?” 

“Not really. Let’s just put it next to your mini Wong and wait.” You said and did just that.

"There's one more gift I have for you." You whispered with a sprinkle of hesitation and shyness in your voice. You were really nervous about this one. Getting off of Stephn’s lap you took a seat on the opposite side of the bed, making sure you were still close.

"3 gifts?" Stephen smirked, blushing like stupid. "What have I done to deserve them all?" 

"You did a lot, Stephen." You have thanked him plenty of times. For letting you stay in the sanctum longer than it was necessary. For helping you start therapy again. For being kind to you and for making you fall in love with him. "You deserve so much more than I can give you right now."

"Meeting you is the best gift I have ever gotten." He said, squeezing your hand and bringing it to his lips he laid a soft kiss on your skin. It made you shiver in the best way possible. And maybe, just maybe your eyes became a little glassy. "And although I will surely love whatever else you will give me, your presence will always be my favourite gift." 

Stephen smiled and closed his eyes again, awaiting your next surprise. After his little speech you had no doubts- you were in love with Stephen Strange. And it felt fantastic.

You could feel his thumb drawing small circles onto your palm. You smiled, with tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You quickly freed your hand from Stephen's grip and gently put it on his cheek. You leaned closer. And closer. 

“May I kiss you?” You whispered before your lips could touch. 

The sorcerer opened his eyes to look at you. He could feel your breath on his skin, longing for the taste of your lips. “God, yes.” He exhaled, gently cupping your face in his hands, connecting his lips to yours with a little too much force. 

Your free hand- the one that wasn’t resting on your lover’s cheek- landed on the mattress to keep you from falling. The doctor could feel you smiling into the kiss and his heart threatened to rip his ribcage open. And although he would surely die because of it he would die a happy man.

The kiss- although powerful- didn’t last long. Neither of you dared moving away- your foreheads were connected and you were smiling like crazy. You closed your eyes again, leaning closer to kiss him again.

“Wait!” Stephen whispered, making you freeze. He quickly turned around to face his nightstand and picked up mini Wong to make him face in the other direction. He stole a quick glance at the, now fully developed, photograph of the two of you and he could feel his heart melting. “Okay, you can kiss me now.” He said in a serious voice and you couldn’t help but to laugh. And it was contagious. 

“You’re so silly.” You said in between kisses, still giggling like a little kid. “I love seeing you like that.”

“I love that you make me feel like that.” Stephen whispered into your lips. “Plus I won’t let him look at us  with those round black eyes when we make out. Gross.”

You shook your head, amused by his behaviour and put your arms around his neck. 

“I’m glad I met you, Stephen.” You said, stealing a few more kisses. “Coming here was the best decision I have ever made.”

“And I’m glad you decided to stay.” 

[master-missysversion]

Boom thoughts

Liveblog under the cut as usual

Tldr: this episode was absolutely brilliant, so much tension, a brilliant storyline, some hard hitting criticisms of capitalism and Christianity/blind faith, side characters you can't help but get invested in and soo many emotional scenes. I can't see anything this season topping this episode for me but it has left me far more excited for the rest of the season than i was previously

Something about the video looks weird. Like it very much just looks like these soldiers are standing in front of a greenscreen

Child character :) Moffat loves a child character and I eat it up every time

Mundy is so beautiful

"They ran out of money" I wonder if the "ambulance" kills injured soldiers to save resources

Ohhh my god that whole sequence with Carson stepping on the mine had me on the edge of my seat and then my jaw on the floor

This episode so far is off to a brilliant start, im already feeling really invested in these characters and the tension is thick

ohh I'm thinking I was right about soldiers being killed to save resources or something

THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS

Rip John Vater I was legitimately so invested in you, but i had a feeling that would happen

"Stay there!" *ruby casually walks out "okay, coming!" Dhfbdkdm

Also I love how he says to stay there then leaves the door wide open like bffrrr you knew she was coming

I think for the sake of saving time, the doctor should probably tell ruby that you don't actually need to lock the tardis behind you

The Skye Boat Song 💃🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴��

This reminds me of Merlins death in Kingsman tho

"I was kinda hoping for a beach" you'd get along great with Yaz

I missed the doctor telling random stories so much 😭 I'm gonna hc the lesbian gymkhana adventure happened with Yaz and she was sooo annoyed the doctor ruined their outing with a stupid bet

Okay I know its probably just because she's being written by Moffat but I am reallyyy seeing the similarity to Clara now

And we're back to music....this seems to be a recurring theme

WHAT was that poem?? "The moon and the presidents wife" is a clear reference to the doctors own life. Gonna be thinking about this one for a while

"Beyond acceptable parameters for a conflict as budgeted" I knewww it

"People don't usually bring that up" yes they do. Literally all the time 😭 I know he's just trying to appeal to the kid

Ohhh is there even an enemy?

"Hush" the return of moffats favourite word 😆

NOOOO NOT CANTO

how could you do that to me 😭 poor Canto Poor Mundy

Is this woman Susan twist btw? Im not good with faces but it could be right?

KISS KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ty John Vater I always loved you

The way he just pushes Ruby down lmaooo

Mention of a diary will be feeding the "river is Ruby's mother" theorists

Beautiful

"He's not gone, he's just dead. He's not gone" i love how this is a twist on the "they're not gone because they're always there in spirit" trope

The vworp vworps are back!

Now time for the next time trailer

This looks really interesting, I think this episode has really got me excited for this series in a way that I wasn't before, its a shame moffats not writing more of it but I'm excited to see what happens in 73 yards

I love that they're finally back in Wales

Who issss sheee. I need to know

Also I just saw the credits and I was right about the Ambulance being Susan Twist! I think she's the person talking about Mad Jack too isn't she?

Final thoughts: this was an absolute banger of an episode, honestly I fear that none of the other episodes in the season will live up to it. I just enjoyed every minute so much, the build up, the tension, the emotions, the engaging side characters, the running themes and hints at the overall season plot were all absolutely brilliant. It was so good parts of it had me skipping back a few seconds to watch scenes again. I wasn't sure what to expect going in but this exceeded my expectations nonetheless

[n0t-vzin1s]

bf!armin x fem!reader

guys i won't hesitate to admit that i'm head over fucking heels in love with armin and if you disagree, fucking fight me

also sorry to my gn or male readers!! these hcs would only make sense with a fem!reader due to how it was written (i am so tired i didn't even realize)

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aot manga spoilers

god where do i start with this maaan

you more or less likely grew up with him, eren, and mikasa

so one day

when you know

THE FUCKING WALLS FELL

he was with you and eren that day

and istg the scared look on his face had you IN TEARS

fuck your parents, armin is all that matters

i would sell my left kidney for armin

anyways

during training, you were almost certain that armin was gay

like absolutely in love with eren LOL

so you brought it up

"yo homie are you gay?"

and he looked at you with the most PUZZLED expression like 😨

but he was like "nah fam"

and he whipped out the "i.." awkward ass gulp "like someone else"

and you already knew it was either you or mikasa but mikasa seen him as brother

and let's b honest

who wouldn't have a crush on armin!!

yeah you were one of em

time skip to god fucking knows where

bro grows some balls and kisses your goddamn ass

regardless

halfway thru, it was ruined due to eren and mikasa walking in like "woah. who is THIS BABE??"

until they realized it was you and that they were screwed lmAo

armin is extremely soft

like not even in like his skin is soft

he's just

baby

yk?

he's so gentle and scared to hurt you

and he's constantly checking up on you and making sure you're okay

often brings you things to show you

he LOVES reading books with you about the outside world

esp b4 he seen the ocean!!

i could see him and you taking horse rides into the large forest against levi's wishes

he feels rebellious when he's with you

random hc buuuut i feel like he would LOVE to dance in the rain

or lay in the grass and watch the stars all the way to the sun rise with you

he knows every single constellation

no doubt abt that

for your birthday, he gets you books!! it's more of a gift to himself, really, but you don't mind cause it's cute!!

for HIS birthday?

you get him books.

for valentine's day?

books.

it's always fuckin books

but it's armins hobby and you love him for it

armin is extremely awkward and constantly needs praise

he has a fear of yoh leaving him for some one who he considers "better"

and you have to remind him

"armin honey there is no one better than you"

he constantly has to be near near you on the field cause he's scared of losing you

but you have to remind him that you can handle yourself

honestly

he finds it hot when you take down a titan

cause like

your muscles are flexing against the tight suit and he just likes the way it looks

he will stand up for you with his life

cleans your injuries for you since he's a goddamn doctor

what kind you may ask?

abortion

he often writes stories abt you

they don't explicitly say your name, but you often realize that they describe you

he actually wanted to be a writer at some point in his life before everything went down

during the time you visited marley, the two of you got some quality time in like eren and mikasa had

but the two of you often sought out the other for comfort when eren started changing

cause like

you grew up with that boy

and to see him change his life so drastically kinda hurt the both of you

regardless

his dreams kinda went down the drain like eren life did

he was so happy that he got to see the ocean with you of all people though

when sasha died, he cried in your arms

as well, when he hange died and he technically became the next commander

he needed a lot of comfort

cause he wasn't sure he was going to do good

but armin struggles to talk abt his feelings!! so to have him open up to you and let himself feel vulnerable infront of you is a huge step for himself

he often doubts his self-worth!! like way too often to be considered normal

anyways

when the rumbling started, his priorities were both you, and mikasa

and he did his best to keep you safe

but hot goth mommy mikasa honestly did better

don't tell him that tho

he never talked about the future

like what would happen after all the titans went away

omg how could i forget

when he became a titan, he started closing himself off for weeks at a time cause he didn't like killing innocent people

but when he opened up you felt bad for him

cause he was so exhausted

like he hadn't slept for weeks at a time

armins trauma is so overlooked

anyways back to the future

he honestly wanted to travel the world and write about what he'd seen over the years

he also wouldn't allow himself to get into a relationship with you until the whole thing was over

cause even tho it would hurt, atleast you or him would've died knowing that there wasn't a future for either of you

buuut it still hurts lol

anyways when he killed eren, he literally sobbed for weeks

regardless if he was seen as a hero in others eyes, he didn't see himself as one

but during the aftermath, when he gets to finally settle down with you, he feels ecstatic

mikasa, you and him (as well as the other living cadets) often visit erens grave and leave things there

armin usually leaves little notes telling him about his life and how things are doing

and they always end in the same way

"how are you doing up there?"

and he usually gets a sign back from the universe somehow, sometimes it'll be a bird landing on him, and other times it could be leaves swirling around him

regardless, it leaves him happy and you in tears every damn time

whenever there's a thunderstorm, armin always says (without failure)

"oo, someone pissed eren off again" while laughing

and you can never understand how he's not sad by his death

he is

god i wrote this with the intention of it being happy but i'm fucking sobbing i hate this

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[miniscrew-anon]

I'm pretty sure I've written this scene like 3937163526 times but whatever lmao here you go

Shadow strutted into Four’s room as usual, creaking the door ever so slightly so Four knew he was here. Even so, Four still jolted when he noticed him out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s late, Rain,” Shadow remarked as flopped down onto the bed next to Four. Four groaned as he rolled over to make room. It was nearly 3, in fact. Did that mean it was actually early? He wasn’t sure.

“Mm…couldn’t sleep,” Four replied lamely. Clearly a lie.

Shadow scoffed. “You know I can see when you’re online, right? Don’t pretend you even tried.”

Four sighed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I dunno, lost track of time or something.” He set down his phone and rolled over to look at Shadow. “You weren’t sleeping either,” he pointed out.

“I was working, man! You were just lying here.”

“Working until 2 in the morning?”

“Fair point,” Shadow admitted. He’d gone down another internet rabbit hole. Something wasn’t right about this place, and Four knew it too. He just needed to figure out what.

“I guess…well, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately,” Four said.

“Yeah, I knew,” Shadow replied. “You’ve been more distant, taking longer to respond- you’re not taking care of yourself, Four. Have you even been eating enough?” He llifted a strand of hair out of Four’s face. “What’s going on?”

Four didn’t reply for a few moments. “I…I’m not sure,” he decided. “Got caught up in…other things, and well, it’s just been so busy, I just kind of forgot, you know?”

Shadow nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do know.” He pulled Four close, realizing how thin he felt. “Just take care of yourself, alright?”

Four chuckled. “Yeah, okay.”

“Promise?” Shadow teased.

“Okay, okay, I promise!” Four laughed, chucking a pillow at Shadow.

“How’re the…roommates?”

“Housemates, I guess. They’re fine. I haven’t really been up to the third floor, but I am praying that the guy doesn’t have any more rooms. Nine people in a house is enough.”

“No kidding. Who even are they?” Shadow hadn’t seen much of them, he made a point to keep his presence as quiet as possible.

“Well, other than the homeowner…” (Now that guy was someone to look into. What kind of person just lets 8 other people live in his house? Maybe he had a secret desire for kids or something, but these were grown men. He was hoping it wasn’t some sort of weird fetish.) “There’s the kid. Pretty much just hangs in his room all day.”

“You say kid, how old even is he?”

"Dunno. Young. There's Hyrule, he's the doctor." Shadow figured that was good. The guy seemed trustworthy enough.

"What about the weird one? He a drug dealer or something?"

"Probably not. He's got some weird friend that hangs around here sometimes, but they don't bother anyone else." (If he was a drug dealer, Shadow would probably ask Four to come live with him. The risk of being arrested is not something either of them wanted to take.) "The others are pretty alright. There's Wild, he's a but…

"Mm. Yeah, there's some weird figures here, I've seen that much." Shadow nestled into Four's hair, the blond leaning back against him. "Be careful, Rain, okay?"

"Of course."

They stayed in silence then, Shadow holding Four close to him.

"I'm glad you're here," Four whispered to him a few minutes later.

"Me too."

honestly I'm pretty sure this was gonna go somewhere but I got too tired to insert a plot so this is the soup you get 🍲

--secret third thing anon, too lazy to edit this because tumble hates formatting

I love this so much!!!

Shadow casually tracking everyone Four lives with is just so mwah chefs kiss - I love when he’s that special brand of protective and intrusive that’s all him. And him being sus of Time is just perfect. Because seriously - who just invites eight random guys off the street into his home filled with expensive and fancy stuff?

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Lost In Your Love Story | Yeonjun

⇢ summary: Hwa Suji is a very skilled makeup artist who works at her best friend's salon, serving major Korean entertainment companies and that includes the artists she is a fan of: Tomorrow x Together! One day when protecting one of the members, she ends up having a car accident that takes her to another universe! The universe of your favorite fanfic called "Winter Song" but the thing is, life is not a strawberry, her new universe got a target on her back, she's the villain and has no idea how survive this cannon.

⇢ pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Hwa Suji.

⇢ Chapter 1 : Life is not a strawberry.

⇢ Chapter 2 : Love is a Disease.

⇢ Chapter 3 : Made a little cookie...

⇢ Chapter 4 / 5 / 6

⇢ Chapter 7 : Why Don't You Stay?

⇢Chapter 8: Beyond this universe

⇢ Chapter 09 : I know I love you

⇢ Chapter 10: Lips on You

⇢ Chapter 11: Opening Sequence

⇢ Chapter 12: Sour

⇢Chapter 13: Waiting for a lifetime for you

Chapter [14/16]: Breaking Down

POV Suji

Six months later

I took a deep breath and pressed the play on the camera one more time.

"I decide, to start all this, by telling about myself, and how makeup change my life because this is the main point of my life, I meet my best friend, slash, sister, slash, soulmate, during make attempted on became a chemistry engineer, then we give up on university, mom wasn't happy about it, but once she saw our business working out she accepted, even not being happy with that, but she knew overall thing how makeup helps during my teenagerhood!" I applied foundation on my skin blending with the concealer " I suffered an accident at school, and that fine line crossing my face was huge, today is a little bit smaller, but that's when I fall for makeup because hide this, and kids stop calling me monster, etc…" I start to used contour to make my nouse more elevated "I think people don't know real monsters, that's why they use this word so lightly.." I keep recording my tutorial, and practicing speaking to the camera, is getting easier, but always gives me a big headache, dreams that look like memories battle with reality in my mind. I press the stop once I ended, and take a deep breath.

Since I woke up in that hospital, I had crazy dreams, I was so afraid to tell the doctor that I kept to myself, but sometimes they were so real to me that I mixed them with my real world, even more since Yeonjun and I get closer. So I decided to focus as much as possible on the present, recording things, like my day, my make-up, and my thoughts, I didn't post anything, was just the way I found to canalize all those feelings. So TXT's company thought would be great material to help both sides to tell our side of the history since so much was talked about while we aren't able to defend ourselves. 

So I decided to do a makeup tutorial, with all members, but one by one, all with their next comeback concept, something very fairy, with a daydreams vibe, I would show how I work on their skin, which colors I like to use o these concepts, all the details. 

"You know, I almost lose my mind while you don't wake up…" Jieun says helping me organize the makeup, I look at her, this was so random "You know, I kept sending you massages, even knowing you wouldn't respond," I hug her "You're my only family Sujiah, you know that right?"

"You're my family too unnie" I kiss her chick "And you have Taehyun too…" The worlds scape through my mouth, and the moment I close my mouth I know I mixed my dream with reality shit!

"How did you discover?" WAIT! WATH? "Or you finally read the new version of that manhwa and…"

"WAIT! YOU…HIM…OH MY GOD!" breath Suji, breath "Did, you guys have conversations in my room, while I was in a comma?" Jieun searched for her memories…"My god, how long have you guys been together?"

"Little bit before your accident, I would tell you, but this chaos happened, and you looked so fragile when you woke up, I decided to wait until you fully recover.." And maybe my dream was based on the conversations around me… I sigh, this was so much better explanation.

"I'm happy about you two, don't worry, but take care to not hurt yourself, he is an idol, and we know how these things work…" Jieun hugs me.

"I'll take care," She looks at her cell phone, "It's time Yeonjun will be here soon" My heart lose a beat for a while "Do you think will be fine if only two of you are here?"

"Yes, there are things that we only feel comfortable saying when are two of us, things that only we understand without judging, and the camera is a lot of pressure already…" I explain.

"Okay, I will be upstairs, anything, just scream okay?" She kisses my forehead and leaves the room.

I sit in front camera to record some introductions, deep breaths, Hwa Suji, you can do this, fighting, one two three.

"Hi, my name is Hwa Suji! Most of you know me because I trow a trash can on a guy," I laugh "I watched your remakes all over social media, you guys are so much cooler than I! Well, I'm here because a lot of things have been said about me, and I just wanna people to know me, through me. Does that make any sense?" I tight my hair  "And to not say I'm being biased, I'll bring some people that know me to tell, honestly, who I'm… Wellcome mom" I Open my arms like she was in the room, and laugh again "Just kidding, but I'm really bringing people that worked with me, and I'll do my favorite thing on them, make-up! Hope you guys enjoy…" At the moment someone, probably Yeonjun, "Look, someone is already here let's see who it is?" So I pause the recording.

When I open de door Yeonjun gives me the bright smile he has and hugs me, I would never become used to being his friend, I hug him back. 

"How have you been," He asks without letting me go.

"Just much as fine as I was the last time we talk one hour ago" We laugh "How was your training? You're not pushing yourself too hard right?" 

"No, I like promised you"

"Okay, let's start before Parallel 38 appears…" He gently puts me against the wall, I can feel his breath so close, a flash of the dreams in my mind.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" The way he looks at me makes me shiver, and my stomach contract. He was playing with me, I roll my eyes.

"I'll throw a trash can on you if you don't step back.."We laugh at the joke we always use with each other "Let's start recording before HYBE sends the ROKU to me"

"Okay, where do I sit?" I point the cair in my mini scenario "Wow! You really put effort into thins!" He sits on the chair I was sitting before, and I start recording again.

"And our guest today is the amazing, the only one, my best buddy in the afterlife, Choi Yeonjun!" We clap together "You wanna say something Jun?" He looks into my eyes, sometimes I feel he is looking for someone inside me, I don't know how to explain it.

"Hi, I'm Yeonjun of TXT" He browns "First, one more time I wanna apologize to make my love, moas worried! Is really nice to be here, alive with my dearest friend, the best make-up artist on this planet, Hwa Suji! Moa doesn't need to worry about my safety while I'm with noona, cause they know you throw a trash can power!"

"Okay, no more trash can jokes, is enough, let's start work, Jun today has a photo shoot for TXT's next album, and I think moas will love the whole concept" I start to tight his hair and moisturize his skin "Now beyond do makeup we're here to tell about our history, during this chaos…How do you feel when you wake up?" 

"Was like wake up from a long dream…" He simply says " And you noona?" I start to apply the primer.

"The last thing I remember was the car, it feels like we were flying, trying to hold your hand, and then I was in the hospital, The first thing I feel was worry, because that guy, I was afraid that while I was unconscious he was able to do something with you…" I touch his chin to move his face and verify if I fully cover his skin. 

"That's so you, worry more about others than yourself…" I show the primer on the camera, all the products were from labels that TXT's members were the face of the label.

"This prime gives you so much glow, you all will be so perfect for this comeback, how are you feeling about seeing Moas again?" Yeonjun put his right hand on the left side of his chest.

"So excited, I miss them so much!" I start to draw his eyebrows.

"I know they're feeling the same, now can you give they a little spoiler?" I ask starting to softly apply concealer on specific spots.

"Will be really sweet, a lot of Sugar involved!" I start to apply foundation on this skin "Now, my turn, your favorite manhwa will become a k-drama, are you excited?"

"Well a little bit, I heard the author change a feel thing, I didn't have time to read yet because of work, but I'll real soon as possible, L.M. Andrade is my favorite author, so I will definitely read it, maybe I will do a live reading, I don't know…"  I start the work on his eyes "Did you read?"

"Yes," He looks up automatically so I could apply the eyeliner "I like this so much more this version than the previous one" I start to use blush Yeonjun look right into my eyes and I end up applying too much.

"Don't move" I turn to pick the tissue to remove, and once I turn to Yeonjun is like someone scratched my mind, the left eye of Yeonjun is full of tears, and the other is worried "You can hold a little bit Jun, I know that," I say without knowing why I was saying that, so I use the tissue to remove the blush "See, you made it, now your lips," I apply the lip gloss, focus as much as possible "It's done!" I show Yeonjun's face to the camera "Hope you guys enjoy it. See you next time" I just press pause on the camera before I fall, I feel Yeonjun's arms around me. 

"Noona.." The darkness swallows me, and this time I'm completely alone.

[dahyeltal]

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Leonard admitted that he wasn’t exactly clear about his relationship with Jim to other people. His close friends and boyfriend knew what it was, and that’s all he cared about. Hell, Spock even got in on the QPR action when they started dating, and it improved his dynamic with Jim, bringing it closer to what Spock Prime said their friendship would become. Still, Leonard didn’t expect others to interpret their closeness so wrong.

They were on shore leave on Earth, and Spock had some Vulcan things he had to do at the local embassy, so it was just Leonard and Jim on their first night in San Francisco. They went to the bar they frequented as cadets, got a bit drunk, and walked back to their old resident hall hand in hand. Those hands might have been swinging, there might have been a few waltzes somewhere in there, and maybe their heads rested together when they danced. Jim wasn’t the love of his life, but he was still Leonard's person.

“I don’t say this often, but I love ya, Jim,” Leonard would always say.

And Jim would always grin in return and kiss him, saying, “Love you, too, Bones.” Then they’d both make a face and wipe their lips with their sleeves because they would devolve into a childish fight over whose lips were chapped, whose breath was worse, and who sucked at kissing the most.

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it. The Third Wheel (But We're a Trike)

I'll talk about the fic the snippet is from! Basically, Spones are together, but McKirk have their own QPR thing they've had since they met. Everyone who knows them knows who the romantic couple is. But everyone who doesn't has a hard time seeing it. In this fic, a jokey cadet tabloid-style magazine catches them kissing and runs their picture, along with a scathing and salacious article, about McCoy. (Who also dated Pike because give me all the McPikes!) Calling him a captain-hunting career climbing doctor who owes all of his success to good PR and who he's sleeping with. McCoy is devastated and worried that Spock will believe the article because although Spock knows how close he is with Kirk, McCoy is still afraid the rug's gonna be pulled out from under him.

❌What WIP do you find the most challenging? Why?

Anything with AOS Khan, and I have a surprising amount of WIPs with him. Two of them have been complete and edited for years. However, I do things to the AOS augment storyline and have headcanons that might draw unwanted attention and criticism. I don't want that to be the focus of my stories, but it's hard not to think about it when I'm writing and it takes the enjoyment out of it.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 5

5 episodes in I find out this show is from Studio Dragon

where will they take my emotions this time

Chayoung in a braid ahhh my sweet little babe! let me give you a forehead kiss

she’s so cute. take that hug bae 🥹

I love the apprentice <3 adore him. just went ‘👍’ 😆

not the intern murder era omg i really really thought it was going to be someone else. why were people shocked that he died 😟

the little English phrases suddenly sound so menacing 😭 how many times has he almost killed this fake CEO. fake CEO just leave like why…. is any money worth getting beaten up or choked to death on a monthly basis

help not Vincenzo helping the fake CEO

build some muscles bae you’re going to need them 😟 why would you take water from a stranger

lmao they’re both being adorable 😂😭 I would curse the fake CEO but he’s the only one getting a beating every 2 episodes 💀

Cha young get away from this man 🙏 damn he got all that from one call lmao

how do you have so much confidence in your skills and can’t find a photo of him 😭 he literally held a gala last week!

well this man got caught pretty quick lol

if you’re going to offer her tea might as well accidentally slip while you’re serving

lmaooo the stars sparkling on her white coat during the presentation. the apprentice is my third favourite person on this show

kinda sad how everything they’re saying here about the vicious circle reminds me of how Samsung covered up something similar years back using this circle but is still always front and centre everywhere in shows and movies

those threats are working with this lawyer. they just got here though? 🤨

what did the fake ceo do to get in this position like….

lmao she likes ketchup, he hates it

eating a hot dog with a white jacket, my girl is the bravest

for a second I thought she was the perjury lawyer they were talking about because she’s bribed people before but it was her dad oh lord, Babel, you will crumble !!!

he’s helping her, I guess she doesn’t get to hit him on the forehead anymore

oh no isn’t that the monk’s friend !?!!

sign the waiver or no ambulance… they’re so

one thing Vincenzo ensures is to fight people every other episode and Toto gets paid for his food

it’s so bizarre to think he’s the one who got robbed in the first episode 🤣

you do not need to get this close or remove your coat to flick her in the head but slay 😏

I knew he’d do the lightest tap, awww

it’s kinda funny how he was dragging the fake ceo for bullying his workers with spice tolerance and now he’s in a scoville battle with Vince (who got so agitated by this too like ??? so random 😭)

my sister almost murdering both of them with the spice

I thought they ended in the emergency ward with the spice but it’s the monk looking for his friend 💔

I’ve seen this doctor before in some show!

to gaslight a victim’s family for your own monetary gains….. Hell needs to happen in present for people like that. and being a doctor too! like what are we doing here. what is your job description

my good sister the intern is going to bury you

the main monk woke up too!

Vincenzo giggling as she says hi to people I see you bae !

the lawyer lady is about to eat them alive 😭🙏

they’ve had a good few days I know they’re about to have their lives upended noooo

the building going all out for them :(

is that a sports car to court they are so UNSERIOUS 😭

lmaooo I guess our real CEO fake intern really does like her (sister save yourself from his wrath 🙏)

the Italian is so unserious 🤣

the building people are here !!!

you must contemporary dance for your life

[i-am-brandon]

My life story chapter 7

Well the guitar players at school they all liked Gibson sg’s I couldn’t afford 1 so I got an epiphone Gibson sg, but I didn’t like the sound of it, later I would like the sound of a fender Strat which was a cheap fender starcaster guitar and I later put a fat 50’s neck pickup on it, when I was younger I would be scared of certain movies like the Disney movie sleeping beauty, but I don’t know why no one thinks that movie is a guy raping a girl, a girl is sleeping in it and a guy randomly kisses her while she’s sleeping sounds like rape but I could be wrong, did nobody question that, not sure what scares me in this movie, than there was the Christina Ricci movie Casper I think, that movie scares me because Casper’s uncles try to scare people in the movie, and I’m pretty sure my mom said to me I don’t think you should see that movie it might scare you and I watched it anyways and now I might be scared of ghost movies kind of, think I wanted to watch the movie child’s play when I was younger but I think my dad didn’t want me to watch that which surprisingly I didn’t watch the movie I was like ok I won’t watch it, my later friend Richard watched child’s play and he’s scared of chucky now, my Asian Chinese friend named Richard, I did meet Richard at school he was playing a random video game it was probably Diablo 2 or mega man, and i almost always had a friend that liked Nintendo that was a similarity, Richard I think tried to be friends with everybody, Richard cared about everybody which I guess is why he’s an eye doctor now, I didn’t really care about everybody I think that’s a dangerous thing to do and I don’t want to protect people I would rather be safe and not harmed by people, Richard I think 1 time called me selfish, and he said I wish I could be as selfish as you, and I thought is that positive or negative, in school I don’t think I was a straight a student I just did enough to pass, I probably didn’t care that much about school, and I wanted to have sex with my English teacher she was a girl and she dressed up as a flapper which was 1920’s fashion, and she convinced me to like the great Gatsby book. That book is maybe about the 1920’s, also my English teacher didn’t want to have sex with younger me I don’t know what age I was I was a teenager so she didn’t want to have sex with me which bummed me out, but I was better at English than math because I liked my female English teacher, so apparently there is a tamagotchi gen 1 and a tamagotchi gen 2. History was my favorite class. I know 1 day I told my history teacher I was leaving California, my history teacher she wanted a leaving California party for me, she wanted to know what movie I wanted to watch I think I have liked watching that animated grinch movie, so the whole class got to watch that movie for my going away party, but I’m not done talking about California. There used to be health freaks in California I remember I bought a caramel frap 1 time in California this girl that was a moms age was selling protein powder at a store, she knew she was attractive she didn’t seem interested in me she said to me you shouldn’t drink those caramel fraps, that’s like drinking a milkshake. Do you know what you should do? I didn’t know what she wanted. She said buy this protein powder it’s better for you than a caramel frap from Starbucks. I was bugged by this girl. I think I left the store she didn’t seem to care. That was the selling protein powder girl near the cheap part of Orange County I think it was in mission viejo. That was in Ladera Ranch. But otherwise I’m talking about west hills, Woodland Hills, California. How about that 1 Christian guy who I barely knew at my school he got in a car accident and he died, was there a stop sign there I don’t remember, I went to his funeral, they played switchfoots song dare you to move, I didn’t know that this was a popular Christian band. A lot of my friend’s from California died in car accidents. I don’t drive though. People might of liked in and out burgers in California I didn’t, I don’t like thousand island dressing.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 92

I Believe the Children Are Our Future/The Fires of Pompeii

“I Believe the Children Are Our Future”

Plot Description: investigating series of odd murders that resemble fairy tales and urban legends, Sam and Dean track down a dangerous boy named Jesse

Would I Survive thr First Five Minutes?? 1. Who sits THAT CLOSE to the TV?? 2. Nah, girl. Don’t look outside, don’t you know what show you’re on? I’m good

Sometimes, I don’t think Dean could get by without Sam. I don’t think he would have come up with them having server issues as to why they didn’t get the coroner’s email

Deannnnn, don’t traumatize the kidddddd

So all these very childlike pranks are going haywire and actually killing people?!?!

I want a compilation of clips of Dean being mildly gross while eating

“All these kids care about are their iPhones and those kissing vampire movies” this shop owner is hilarious

Honestly, good on this kid for taking home invasion seriously…actually, I take it back. She just didn’t want the tooth fairy in HER room. Sure

It took ALL HIS TEETH?!?! And got $8 for his trouble

Dean still eating this ham they legitimately cooked with the electricity from the freaking hand buzzer thingy is just PRACTICAL, Sam!! He’s right, y’all don’t have a fridge, and you shouldn’t let a perfectly good ham go to waste

This kid’s sass is off the charts

Oh my god…this poor woman. This is HORRIFIC. A demon possessed her, got pregnant, and birthed the child…is this kid the Antichrist?? Like Adam in Good Omens?

Oh no. Yeah. I knew Cas would say they have to kill the kid

Eeuugghh can Dean NOT be caught between someone and Sam just ONCE?? There’s no winning for him. Either they truly believe this kid can make the right choice to just not be the Antichrist or whatever so he doesn’t nuke all the angels. OR Cas is right and they have to kill him. And Castiel can’t gamble that. This is his life on the line if this random kid who would only NOW be introduced to the whole concept of Armageddon. When even a seasoned hunter like Sam couldn’t resist

Oh…Cas. Cas, no. Please. Jesse turned him into a toy???

I mean, I can understand Jesse’s hesitance in turning Castiel back. He did try to kill the kid

Oh…Sam saying everything he’s ever needed someone to tell him when he was a kid.

Did he just disappear to Australia?? I mean, if you’re gonna have the apocalypse in midwestern USA, best place to be IS Australia I guess?

“Been On My Mind…”: nothin. 6

"The Fires of Pompeii"

Plot Description: Soothsayers and beasts of stone run riot in the streets of Pompeii as the volcano boils. Can established history be changed, or must the Doctor let everyone die?

Couple things...can you IMAGINE if he DID just go "fuck it" and saved everyone at Pompeii?? Like...I wanna see an au where those effects ripple out. Two, I don't know if I'll get through a single episode of this season without thinking (and talking) about how much I LOVE Ten and Donna's friendship. Just seeing the hug she gives him for bringing her to what they currently both believe is Rome? I go FERAL for particularly THIS PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

"Are we in Epcot?" I'm...obsessed with her.

Hi, Amy...sorry, Not Amy. I do still wish they had worked a call back to this episode into either Eleven or Twelve's time

I love how hung up she is on how they're speaking in Latin

And hello Not Twelve

This poor girl is going to have burnt out gifted kid syndrome later, I swear. Though, after surviving Pompeii, she's mostly lucky to not have burnt UP gifted kid syndrome

I think the thing about Donna and Ten I love most is that she CHALLENGES him. It's much less of reassuring others that the Doctor will find a way to get whatever needs to happen done. It's "You're going to do this thing. I care how you get it done but what I don't care about is hearing how you can't. It's the right thing to do. It's the thing you're SUPPOSED to do, Doctor!" I'm not dunking on Rose or Martha, but Donna will challenge his authority TO HIS FACE. It's not the "he told me to stay put, but I'm too curious to do so. I need to do something!" It's "what and you're in charge?" "TARDIS. Time Lord. Yeah." "Donna. Human. No. I don't need your permission!" Fuuuuuck I love her so much.

The fact that they're BOTH so offended to be thought of as married AND thought to look so much alike they they could be siblings. Love that for them

AND AGAIN!! "I don't know what kind of kids you've been flying around outer space with, but you're not telling me to shut up." Miss Noble, I would LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU

One...this epic psychic battle of history is every bit as funny as it is terrifying. Like, just the concept is hilarious. This old dude battling a teenage girl at who can say the wildest shit about the Doctor and Donna while being right. But also, they ARE also right BUT ALSO we get the first mention that there's something on Donna's back, and listen...I JUST GOT DONNA!!! I'M NOT READY FOR HER TO GO!!! I DON'T WANT HER TO GO!!!

This kid is so easily bribed. Not that I know how much that coin is worth.

Not Donna coming in with the TJMaxximus...

I thought you wanted them to get out of the house, why are you all just STANDING THERE. No one listens to the Doctor when it comes to moving or not moving

You SAY THAT like it's a bad thing, but you RELY on it, Doctor. "This prattling voice will cease forever" "Well, that'll be the day"

And they're so sarcastic together. Will I truly spend his entire season gushing over how much I love their friendship? And what if I do??

Him fighting off the pyrovile with a water gun is always fantastic

(I've been informed by imdb that Peter Capaldi's appearance in this episode DOES get touched on during his time as the Doctor)

Oh, it's an even worse version of the trolley problem. If the Doctor does NOTHING here the whole world gets destroyed, but if he stops the pyroviles' plan he has to make the choice to kill everyone in Pompeii. He's got to personally choose to let twenty THOUSAND people die.

The fact that she can change his mind, can change some small part in A FIXED POINT IN TIME, can make him save SOMEONE. And how she'll still claim she's not important at the end of the season...

Doctor, of COURSE Donna's right. Come on.

[lonely-space-ace]

Okay so first off

I did not suffer through "Rose Tyler I-" and years of Doctor/Master flirting and Clara and all of Thasmin for the Doctor to finally get his shit together and kiss SOME RANDOM GUY

I am happy the Doctor gets to be so gay onscreen. I mean the characters been gay for forever but this was an important moment I think (because we have had gay kisses before with the Doctor but they were usually treated as comical)

SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHY DO YOU CHOOSE NOW TO BE OPEN WITH YOUR FEELINGS WHERE WAS THIS LAST SEASON

it is kinda funny that despite so many of the Doctor's relationships being with women the majority of people they've kissed onscreen have been men

the master deserves better tbh man has been flirting with the Doctor SO HARD for half a century and still no kiss smh (yes I know Missy and Twelve kissed but again. Comedy)

I kinda feel like it, doesn't make sense? like the doctors not like this. there's a reason it was "Rose Tyler I" and there's a reason Clara and him never talked about their feelings and there's a reason Thasmin didn't kiss. like ultimately do I wish Thasmin had kissed? yeah! but I'm also not super mad they didn't bc it honestly didn't make sense for the Doctor's character. they're so scared when it comes to showing real emotion and that's always been a thing. like I genuinely think with River the reason he was able to be so open is because he already knew exactly how she died and knew there was nothing he could do to change that. But with anyone else they have a hard time being open and a hard time staying still and I know a kiss doesn't have to be everything and he comes after fourteen's journey of self-healing or whatever (I think) and is a Doctor who expresses his emotions more but idk. its weird. like typically a doctor romance happens after a long time and a lot of pining not an almost kiss within ten minutes of meeting. (And I know this is a new doctor but its so out of place with every other version. then again ten and eleven were very flirty too so maybe I shouldn't be surprised).

I am happy the Doctor got to be gay though rtd really said "Im gonna piss off everyone who hated the previous era for being too woke"

in conclusion- mixed feelings

I have SO MANY mixed feelings about the Doctor and Rouge kiss

[sh1-n0bu]

Sub!scara getting jealous of the interaction's between reader and dottore, so he flirts with one of the guest. Only to end up punished and overstimulated at the end of the night.

please and thank you. Take care and have a nice day, night, or afternoon. See you next ask♡

♡︎ 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, degrading, dacryphillia, breeding, orgasm denial

notes: i had to rely on my maladaptive daydreaming for this one. takes place after scaramouche’s defeat era but reader and scara came across dottore during a sumeru festival.

i’m so sorry i took soo long😭😭 see you at the next ask and please come again by the cafe!

ever since the defeat of scaramouche from his false godhood and the therapy sessions with nahida and the aranaras, he’s mentality has been getting better and better. not all of his trauma is healed yet but hey he’s working on it!

and it seems like the people of sumeru has held another grand festival in the name of the lesser lord kusanali. of course a festival is nothing if it doesn’t invite everyone who wants to join of course. however not everyone is an exactly a welcome guests. that includes dottore, the 2nd of the fatui harbingers.

don’t get me wrong, just because a guest isn’t a welcome one doesn’t mean they would be shoo-d out. but your sweet boyfriend didn’t like it. not at all. seeing dottore casually talking to you with a carefree, lopsided smile while he has to stand back and try not to march over where you two are and make out with you was hard. so hard to the point he accidentally put out the lanterns around him with his newfound anemo power.

and there dottore was. chatting with you as if you two were old friends, reunited after years of not seeing each other. throwing a snide remark about how your loving darling was a failure, how he can be a better boyfriend for you and how he was even better than him in all ways while you tried your hardest not to break his jaw.

the last straw for your darling was the doctor leaning against you like you two were lovers and whispering in your ears. that’s it. he’s had enough.

pulling a random citizen close by their waist, scaramouche started to flirt with them. compliment after compliment, flirty remark after one another, it even seemed like the fool was falling for his trick.

looking sideways for your lover’s help only to see him throwing flirtatious remarks with some fool, something in you snapped. first was dottore and now this? that’s it, you’ve had it. pushing the blue haired man away from yourself and striding over to where your lover is with a fuzzy mind, everyone around you backed away.

“so, what do you say if we meet up more oft-hey! let go of me you-?!” when scara was suddenly pulled away and collided with a broad chest, he knew he fucked up big time. looking up at you with a wide eyes and a shuddered breath, the dark look in your eyes made him shiver. was it anticipation? fear? excitement? he didn’t know. but frankly he didn’t care since he finally have your attention on him now! and only him alone.

“forgive us but a sudden work has popped up for me and my lover” sending a sweet smile towards the stranger, you quickly walked back home with your lover struggling to catch up with you.

as soon as the door to your small shared home is closed, scaramouche found himself trapped against the wall in a hungry kiss. he didn’t mind it, this was his plan after all. moaning into the kiss and grinding his ass on your legs, your short lover was starting to grow restless. why weren’t you touching him already?!

it seemed like his wish will be granted for soon he soon found himself thrown into the bed harshly. anticipating your next moves with lust drumming in his veins, scaramouche looked up at you with a cloudy purple eyes.

—

“aanngh-gyah! c-cumming! cummingcummingcum-!” scaramouche helplessly whined and sobbed as you kept fucking him stupid. but just as he was about to reach his peak you pulled out again, leaving his hole feeling empty and hips twitching.

“NO! nonononono! p-put it back! [name]~ put it ba-ackk! please!” more tears fell down his face for the pleasure you denied him of. sticking out his stretched, gaping hole and wiggling his ass for you, he hoped it would be enough to lure you back in. you’ve been denying his orgasm for hours and it fucking hurt.

“sniff… please? p-please? hic i-i won’t do it again…” seems like your precious boy has completely gave up. sniffling and praying to any archons, scaramouche wailed and trashed around when your thick length entered his hole again. a mess of desperate “please” and “i’ll be good”-s tumbled out of his mouth. well, you were mean to him for long enough, you supposed.

“cum for me love” letting out a loud wail and blabbering “thank you”-s, scaramouche came all over the sheets, hands scrambling to hold anything. some even squirted on his tummy. laying flat on his stomach as his legs had finally gave out, your sweet boy tried to catch his breath. but you aren’t done with him yet.

“haah haah [n-naME]?! S-SHTOP! WHA-WHAT AANGGGH♡︎♡︎!!”

“shh, it’s okay baby boy. you did some stupid shit today so you have to learn how to pay for it. or else you’ll never learn” kissing his shoulder, you ignored his incoherent sobs for you to stop and continued to thrust into his sloppy hole.

“i’ll just make you dumber and dumber scara. until the only thing you can scream is my name”. that night was filled with scaramouche wailing and sobbing your name, begging for forgiveness.

[chimivx]

expecting, expected. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: Exhaustion, anxiety, hormones... This is life now, for the next nine months... And it's time to tell your friends!

words: 6k

warnings: fluffy (lol), mentions of sex, suggestive conversation, jikook warning, drinking, grown adults out for dinner and interacting, If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: HI! You already know what I'm posting. VEGAS SERIES ADDITION! I'm unsure how I feel about this one... Fell in love with it, but now... I dunno. I hope you ENJOY IT if you read it! I'm in need of more fluffy dad!Yoongi so be prepared, more of that will be coming. I'm never letting this series go.

{ find the vegas, series here to get to know this couple some more }

Tucked beneath a blanket, curled up in a ball on Yoongi’s lap watching the new episode of Run BTS, you were fighting to keep your eyes open, doing the slow blink. Running his fingers through your hair, dragging his fingernails soothingly over your scalp, it was as if Yoongi was actively trying to get you to fall asleep. That’s all you’ve been able to do for the past two weeks anyway, and it didn’t matter where you were, you were dozing off at random.

Shortly after the Golden Disc Awards, and that blur of a day, you were scheduled to see a doctor where the news you knew to be true was confirmed. Yoongi stood by your side watching attentively as the doctors did bloodwork, spoke with you about your symptoms, and gave you a long list of do’s and don'ts for you to follow for the next nine months after they showed the two of you that you were definitely pregnant.

This early on it wasn’t necessary for you to see a doctor yet, considering your age and your health, however Yoongi let his worry’s slip to a director, one of the higher ups that had most of the power. Keeping the entire situation on the down low, it was decided you’d be treated as if you were an Idol yourself, being ushered into the office almost against your will, a place where you’d get the most prompt, unconditional care throughout your pregnancy.

You didn’t expect anything less from Yoongi. That morning, holding onto his hand, his other was wrapped around you protectively wherever you went. You knew he would go overboard. Your dark haired, still in physical therapy boyfriend found a new hobby- waiting on you hand and foot, like he wasn’t the star of the household. None of that even mattered in your rapport anyway, you were the star of his life.

After the awards, once the two of you were back home and cuddled underneath the safety of your bed covers, nearly nose to nose, you took turns speaking into the early hours of the morning. Initial shock had subsided, and you were both able to actively listen to one another, and think rationally. Yoongi expressed his excitement, telling you how he dreams of this, wanting to do it all with you, only if you wanted it too.

When the sun had risen and the time was checked, laughter was shared along with a reassuring kiss. 

Meeting Yoongi at twenty two, you were young, still at the beginning of your life. Barely out of college, you didn’t have a clue if you ever wanted to have children, the thought rarely crossed your mind. For a while it was full of, how am I going to pay for my next meal, before it did a complete one eighty, turning into, what city are we flying to next? You were jet-set for six years until the global shutdown of the year 2020.

Now, age twenty eight, with seven years of a relationship down, living with the man who knew you better than anyone else, and loved you three times as much… Things had shifted. A universal halt wasn’t expected because of a new rampant illness in the world, and though it came with extreme measures, it was exactly what you and Yoongi needed. It gave you time to grow up a little bit, your subconscious doing most of that work. 

During the hours and hours of whispering like two people with a secret, the work done in the shadows was unveiled, sparking the realization that you did in fact want this. You were ready for the next step of life with the man you loved.

“Oh, you’re out,” You hear Yoongi speak quietly to himself, feeling him shift beneath you a bit. With closed eyes, you roll over to face his torso and sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist, weaseling it between his back and the couch cushion.

“Not out,” You barely whisper. Yoongi looks down at your sleepy face with a smile, putting a hand back into your hair, stroking it with care.

“You missed the rest of the episode,” He says, “You started snoring before they even split into teams.”

“No… I didn’t,” You mumble, “I saw.”

“Who won?” He perks an eyebrow, finding it amusing you were laying here lying to him in real time.

Without missing a beat you whisper, “Jungkook,” And he starts to laugh, resting his head back on the couch.

Both teams had won actually, they made some incredible food. Yoongi was content with you on his lap, and hungry. He debated telling you the truth, but figured you’d want to rewatch it later when you had some more energy, so he kept the answer to himself. This was the second time you tried to watch it, you fell asleep during the premiere of it last night, curling up under his arm in bed.

Letting you rest, Yoongi picks up his phone to check his messages. There were plans set for later today with the guys, and Sunny was joining as well, flying in from a job to visit. The nine of you were meeting for dinner at a cozy, quiet spot where you would be able to share the news of your pregnancy with your family. Though two of them were told two weeks ago, they kept their mouths shut, which was utterly impressive.

The seven boys were interviewed the night of the Golden Disc Awards, and there was a moment of panic that something would slip, at least to more of the boys. The interviewer had them share New Years wishes with each other, sending it to the boy to their right. Jin, the unlucky bastard, was stood next to Yoongi and had to watch his mouth.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to share, he found out moments ago that his best friend was going to be a father. This new year was huge for Yoongi, one he’s dreamed of, and Jin wanted to shout his happiness from the rooftops. 

Loving someone as much as Jin loved Yoongi, and watching that person go through hardship after hardship finally find their reason for living, their reason for true happiness… That’s a feeling that can’t be explained.

So, opting for awkward laughter and the introverted persona of Jin, he shared his well wishes with Yoongi carefully, taking his time, making sure it was simple. Yoongi listened anxiously, beckoning him with his eyes pointed to the floor to keep it quick, but took his brother's words to heart, recognizing and understanding every underlying meaning behind the short message.

Looking through his phone now, he has two unread messages from Jin that he swipes by, deciding to open them after he reaches out to Sunny. Tapping on her thread, he chuckles at the last picture he sent- you sitting on the bathroom floor in just a t-shirt, glaring at the camera, flashing him a middle finger. It was from a couple of days ago when you were physically unable to be in any other room, because the moment you stepped off the tile, you were overcome by nausea and yanked back in front of the toilet.

Thankfully that period of time didn’t last too long. Now you’re going through an energy depletion, the tiny little group of cells inside of you stealing it all soon after you try to recharge.

Sunny, who was now working select dates with a couple Kardashians, was oblivious, and didn’t think anything strange of the picture. She sent a heart in reply, and went on her merry way through Los Angeles, shaking salads with Kourtney.

[yoongi]: ETA?

Yoongi sends to your best friend, watching the screen as bubbles pop up in an instant.

[Sunita Sunshine]: Landed about a half hour ago!!! I’m in an Uber…… meeting Jin for drinks before we come see you guys

[Sunita Sunshine]: How’s lover girl feeling??? Any better?

Yoongi’s heart just about flies out of his chest. He types back to her with lightning speed.

[yoongi]: She’s great… Why?

[Sunita Sunshine]: She was sick right??? Before golden discs until like a couple days ago….. I talked to her

He sighs, letting his eyes shut for a second, completely forgetting the two of you, though in different parts of the world most times, still shared everything with each other.

[yoongi]: Right. Yeah she’s good now, she can't wait to see you

Tilting his head to the side, he peeks down at you from behind his phone screen. Eyes closed, lips parted slightly, taking in slow deep breaths, you sure seemed ecstatic to be having dinner with the best friend you haven’t seen in a couple of months.

The iPhone in Yoongi’s hand starts to buzz dramatically. He’s had his ringer turned off for a few days since these bouts of narcolepsy were at random. A facetime was coming in from Jungkook, another member of his group that had the pleasure of knowing your secret. You couldn’t help yourself, when he flashed you a wholesome smile and your emotional state was overcome by comfort, you let it slip.

“Hey, man,” Yoongi answers, keeping his voice quiet. He clicks the volume down a few notches, watching the screen as it’s pointed at the cloudy, grey, January sky. “Are you outside?”

“Hey, yeah,” Jungkook says, finally appearing inside the box wearing a black bucket hat over his bleach blonde hair, “I’m about to walk into Jimin’s, I just left the studio,” Yoongi can hear the smacking of his stompers on the concrete, “They, uh, they want to do my hair purple for Butter.”

“Oh no,” Yoongi mutters as Jungkook glances away for a second to somewhere ahead of him, and smiles. His eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Did I just hear you say they want your hair purple?” Jimin can be heard off screen. It goes black for a second, Yoongi can hear muffled voices, then the top of Jungkook’s head appears again.

“Yeah, purple,” Jungkook sighs.

“Thought you wanted it blue, maybe?” The end of Jimin’s sentence sounded like he said the word, baby, instead of, maybe, but maybe Yoongi’s brain was overridden by nerves for this evening, making him hear things. The two step into Jimin’s home, Yoongi just along for the ride as they converse about this dire hair matter.

“Uh,” He gets their attention back and points the phone down to you. Jimin coo’s, peering at the screen with a pouty lip. “Can this be discussed tonight? Why was I called?” Yoongi chuckles, bringing the camera focus back to himself. Jungkook cringes, like he suddenly remembered your condition.

“Sorry,” He says, “She wasn’t answering, thought it meant Sunny was there, I need to talk to her about it.”

“You’ll see her tonight,” Yoongi says, “She’s getting drinks with Jin right now.”

“Jin?!” Jimin exclaims, grabbing the phone from Jungkook’s hands, “That woman wanted to see ME!” The diva was shushed by both Yoongi and Jungkook, the youngest snatching his phone back from his tiny hands.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says to Yoongi before he glances up to Jimin, “I don’t want purple hai-” And the phone hangs up, trilling a sad little tune, announcing the end of the call.

“His TinyTan has dark hair, D, I swear, if I have to create one for Butter, and I’m told to match whatever color they give him, Army will rip me to shreds if the shade isn’t right,” You say, startling your boyfriend the slightest, “Remember the pink hair? I didn’t sleep.” Opening your eyes, you look up at Yoongi who is gazing back with a small smile. Placing his phone aside, he shakes his head.

“You won’t be doing anything, you’re taking time off from work,” He says, keeping his tone soft, “No more sleepless nights and caffeine highs.” Rolling your eyes, you huff.

“Yeah, that’s for after September,” You whisper, though you were unsure when your baby would be arriving. It takes him a couple of seconds to catch what you said, both of you laughing once he does. 

Sitting up, you situate yourself beside him and smile, saying, “Dream ON is doing really well.”

“Why are you checking stats?” Yoongi disciplines, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

“I have to stay busy,” You shrug, “TinyTan was my entire year last year, do you know how many ideas I have? I already have something for Dynamite on paper, even though no one’s asked me to do it.”

“I don’t want you to stress yourself out, there’s no reason to rush. You need rest.”

“No, I need them out of the Mic Drop outfits, it’s been years since that came out, I don’t know what I was thinking,” You shake your head before laying it on his shoulder. It was a tad sore today, but Yoongi didn’t mention it. He needed you to be comfortable, he wasn’t worried about himself at all.

Planting a kiss to the top of your head, he keeps his head there, lifting the hand that was around your shoulder to graze your hair once more. His gentle touch is soothing, helping you relax like it had when you laid down to watch the show, but coupled with the kiss, your raging hormones were reading the wrong room.

Lifting your head, you turn your chin to press your lips to his in a rush. Yoongi barely has a chance to react before you climb into his lap and slide your hands around his neck, slipping them up into his black locks. Parting your lips, you dance your tongue across his bottom lip and deepen the kiss, the strongest warmth erupting within your center. Powerless with his head locked to the cushion, Yoongi hums and attempts to pull away.

“Baby,” He chuckles as you resort to kissing his cheek, down to his jaw.

“Shhh,” You hush, dipping your head to press open mouthed kisses to his neck.

“You should nap, we have dinner.”

“Not tired anymore,” You sigh, dragging your tongue from his collar bone to behind his ear, nibbling his earlobe for half a second, “I need you.”

“You need sleep, you’ll be nodding off at dessert,” Yoongi’s eyes shut during the jaw kisses, he thinks, his voice coming out of him now on auto-pilot while his body responded to you directly. His breathy, lust filled sigh that leaves his lips after his words makes your brain short circuit. Grinding down on his lap, your fingers tighten in his hair, giving the strands a harsh tug. Brushing your nose against his, you kiss his lips and whine after you part.

“Yoongi,” Whispering his full name, something that rarely leaves your lips, his eyes pop open, heavy lidded. The desperate riff graces his ears while your widened eyes plead with his. Yoongi could easily walk away from this, let you go upstairs to get some sleep before your night out, and be completely fine. On the other hand, your fixed gaze was begging him, telling him that you were not going to be completely fine if he didn’t do something.

His eyes studying you was nearly enough of a connection to satisfy the emotional hunger, but then his hands slid up your thighs and your knees tightened around his waist. Every move he made, your body heightened the sensation to a hundred.

“Take me upstairs… Right now,” You whisper from behind clenched teeth. Yoongi smirks, giving the round of your ass a squeeze, watching your body melt before him, listening with delight as his traveling fingers make you moan and groan.

“There’s no time to go upstairs,” He breathes, gripping your waist as he stands to his feet, laying you down on your back, settling over you, “Gonna fuck this out of you right here.”

In the backseat of the car taking you to dinner, Yoongi’s hand was sliding up and down the inside of your thigh. His eyes were on the road where he sat in the center seat, staying observant of your surroundings at all times.

Glancing down to your phone that had been blowing up for the past five minutes, you open another message from Sunny.

[Sunny Girl]: Why did Tae just say you have something to tell us???? Can you HURRY UP and GET HERE

“She’s pissed,” You show Yoongi the message, and he laughs under his breath.

“Tell her I had to pry you off of me to get you in the shower,” He raises a brow, keeping his words quiet, between you. Pressing your lips together, you shoot him a silly glare.

“I don’t know what to say to her,” You say, staring at the text, “I don’t know what to say to anybody, I’m freaking out.” Yoongi looks back down at you, this time with worried eyes.

“Freaking out?” He mumbles, giving your leg a squeeze.

“Aren’t you nervous?” You ask with a small laugh, meeting his eyes. Thinking to himself, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “What?!”

“Baby, two of them know already,” He breaks into a grin, but not to diminish your anxiety, to help push down his own. On the inside he was a mess, on the outside he was as cool as a cucumber. The two of you shared crises, and he knew that this one would be yours to have, so he ignored his own anxiety for you.

“I’ve known Sunny since I was twelve,” You say, “You see the way she loves me, this is about to deck her straight in the face, D,” Yoongi holds in a laugh, and nods, “What if she tries to do something crazy?”

“Like what?”

“Like, like…” You glance around the car as if the answer was going to jump out from the wrinkles in the leather seats, “Like, put her job on hold, and try to move in with us… Or, or… Quit the Kardashian show, and move in with us…”

“Hm,” Yoongi frowns, lowering his brows, “Sounds like you want her to move in with us.”

“No!” You shout, slapping a hand to his chest, “I don’t want that! We don’t want that,” You lower your voice dramatically, “Trust me, I lived with Sun, you don’t want that.”

“Okay, then if she tries, we tell her no,” Yoongi soothes, letting his hand explore the fabric of your pants like it had been for the ride. He glances to your hand on his chest that was slowly starting to grip the cotton, your fingers tightening passionately. “Take a deep breath, please.” Yoongi reaches for your hand, declawing it from his beating heart, linking his fingers with yours. Listening, you suck in a breath and release it with shaky hands.

The car makes one last turn around a tall, white building, coming to a stop at the back where your car door was opened for you. Clutching Yoongi’s fingers like he was going to leave, you slide out of the car and come face to face with a familiar man who gives you the most welcoming smile, washing away some of your nerves.

“Branson, you would be here,” You grin, throwing an arm around his back to hug him, keeping Yoongi close. The two guys share pleasantries, then the head of security looks you up and down and shrugs.

“You’re here, I have to be,” He says, “Shall we?” Branson gestures toward the door, giving the space behind and around the car a scan with his sharp eyes.

Gripping the long, metal hand of the door, Yoongi pulls it open for you, letting you lead him inside the dimly lit, beautifully decorated restaurant that smelled of everything delicious. He feels your fingers tighten even more, if that was possible, and it makes him wonder how powerful your grip will be the day you give birth to the child. This is only the day you’re telling your friends you’re having it, he had nine more months to get used to this.

Passing by the bathrooms, Yoongi pulls you back a second to make sure you saw where they were, then lets you continue on your flustered jog down the hall. Turning a corner, the space you’ve arrived in is totally empty, except for a round table in the corner that is surrounded by your rowdy group of friends making a scene with drinks in their hands.

“AYE!” Is called out from the commotion, and six other heads whip around to find you approaching with a pep in your step. Sunny, leaping to her feet with two glasses in her hand, clicks over to your side in her high heels and hugs you as best as she can with the drinks occupying her extremities. Kissing both of your cheeks, she sighs and takes a long look at you, big, soft eyes taking in every detail.

Wearing a smile, her eyes narrow a bit, asking you quietly, “Why do you look different?” 

“Different?” You repeat in a flash, glancing over your shoulder at Yoongi, “I don’t look… I don’t look different.” Nervous laughter escapes you with every breath.

“You were having sex when I called you three times, weren’t you?” Sunny grills, turning her eyes over to Yoongi who smirks, pointing his chin up to the ceiling to avoid her glare. Blushing, the nervous laughter takes over.

“Sunny!” You say, wiggling Yoongi’s hand that was still latched to yours. Your best friend looks down at them.

“You can’t even let go of him,” She laughs with you, “It’s alright, I know, you’re in love, nothings changed,” Sticking her tongue out to mark her faux disgust, she holds out one of the glasses in her hands, giving it to you, “Here, Jungkook tried to tell me I shouldn’t get it for you, but tonight is a night to celebrate!”

“Celebrate?” You question.

“Yes! All of us here, together. I haven’t seen this in months,” The smile that relaxes her face is sincere, “Which makes me have to ask,” She shifts her attention to Yoongi, “How’s the shoulder?” Stepping closer to him, she lifts her now empty hand to rub his arm. Using this opportunity to slip away, you release his hand to hurry over to Jungkook sitting beside Jimin at the table.

Watching as you scurry away, Yoongi answers all of Sunny’s questions while shaking his now emancipated fingers.

“I assume this is for you?” You half ask the blonde boy standing up to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Smells a little fruity, must be yours,” Jungkook giggles, baring his teeth, taking the icey glass from you.

“Told her not to get it, but she insisted,” He rolled his eyes, “She’s persistent that one.” Pulling back a chair on the other side of him, he offers it to you, pushing you in after you sit down.

“Don’t I know it,” You say, giving Jimin a wave.

“She doesn’t know it’s really for me,” Jungkook lifts the glass as if to ‘cheers’, then takes a sip. His lips pull into a frown as he swallows it. “Oh god,” Wincing at the flavor, he sits the glass on the polished wood finish of the table and slides it in front of Jimin, “Maybe this is for you.” He whispers, making you laugh.

“Kookie,” You pop out your bottom lip staring at his wavy hair, “Are they really going to make you go purple?” He groans, folding his hands on his lap.

“I don’t want it,” He says, sitting back in his chair, “I like this blonde, and I honestly would want blue over purple,” Jungkook nods toward Sunny, still chatting away with Yoongi and now Jin who joined the duo, “She says blue is better with, uh, I dunno, something about my skintone?”

“Oh my god!” You lean into him, grabbing his arm, “Do blue, think about me, do blue. I have designs to do, even though Yoongi won’t let me near them, and if you do blue it will be so much easier to mix.”

“Why won’t he let you near your work?” Jimin asks, inviting himself into the conversation with a scrunched up face of confusion. Straightening up, you clear your throat and look at Jungkook for help. He looks at you, then at Jimin, then back to you and widens his eyes in defeat. Releasing the tiniest sigh, you tilt your head and play dumb.

“I think it’s because I was sick,” You say convincingly enough.

“Oh, yeah,” Jimin’s face shifts to a worried one, “I’d wanna ease you back in too, especially with everything we have coming up between the singles and the music videos and the shows-”

“Chim,” Jungkook cuts him off with a smile, then turns to you, “You’ll be fine, I promise.” Amidst Jimin's rambles, the anxiety about work you've set aside for the future wanted to worm its way into this important night. Babies were time, babies were money. Two things you once used to struggle with before you fell into the grasp of the man walking up behind your chair.

Yoongi’s arms slid around your shoulders slowly. Everyone took their seats around the table, leaving the chair next to you empty for your boyfriend to have.

“Do we need to walk away?” He whispers to you, smiling and nodding at Hoseok across the table. A shake of your head wasn’t enough to get him off your case, he whispers again, “What’s going on?”

“Normal stuff,” You mumble, turning your chin to peek at him.

“New normal stuff?” He raises a brow.

“No, we’ve talked about it before.”

“Lovebirds, can we eat?” Sunny sing songs, waving her hands in your direction, “I’m starved.”

The thought of eating mixed with your nerves has you screwing your eyes shut as nausea clouds over your being. On your back you feel Yoongi take a breath, and stand up tall, placing both hands on either of your shoulders. Massaging you for a moment, he sighs theatrically, catching the attention of the attendance around the table.

“We’re still… getting better,” Yoongi bobs his head. A couple of the guys pulled a face, or nodded along with him, Sunny however, was quick to pick up his bullshit.

“You said she was great earlier,” She says, confused.

“Uh, well, you know what it’s like to come back from being sick, right?” Yoongi nervously chuckles, glancing at Jin and Jungkook for some kind of backup. He wasn’t sure you were going to go through with telling them tonight, this could be you backing out of your announcement. Jin launches forward, sipping his drink through a straw.

“Totally!” He says with wide eyes, picking up on his cue, coughing after he swallows his drink, “If you guys need to go, we get it.” Yoongi gives him a smile to thank him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Sunny’s voice gets louder. Sitting forward herself, she bumps Jin's shoulder, “You’ve been at their defense all day, this girl is fine,” She then squints at how you were sitting, still with your eyes shut, barely taking in any of the conversation happening around you, “I know you, I know you two, something is up.” Snapping your eyes open, you jump up to your feet, taking everyone by surprise. Sunny’s words had struck a nerve, a fiery one.

“I… We…” You choke out, reaching a hand behind you to grab something of Yoongi’s. Finding his hand, you yank him closer. One of his arms slides around your body, holding you close to his front, while his other holds your hand happily, his thumb drawing circles on your palm. Anxiety has riddled your expression, but Yoongi’s smirk tells the group that there’s something juicy on the way.

“Oh my god,” Sunny gasps, planting her fingers over her mouth, looking down at your left hand, searching it for clues. That’s the first thing that gets you to finally smile.

“What!?” Taehyung glances at her, attempting to follow the line of her eyes, “What is going on?” 

“Say something, somebody,” Namjoon bangs a fist on the table once, wearing  a light smile, sitting forward with anticipation like those without the knowledge of your news.

“Tell them,” Yoongi says quietly, yet loud enough for everybody to hear him. Your tentative eyes scour the table, starting with Jin who couldn’t put his drink down, passing by suspicious Sunny, confused Taehyung, smiley Namjoon, hopeful Hoseok, and pouty Jimin, ending with Jungkook who held tens of thousands of galaxies in his eyes. The smile he wore was incredibly sincere, gazing up at you like you were his idol. 

Giving Yoongi one more look, he smiles, waiting patiently.

“I’m not sick,” You say with a breath, turning back to your friends. Taehyung fake gasps, making Hoseok giggle. Yoongi scolds them with his eyes, the two friends jumping back into place, to listen to what you have to say, but you choke again. “Can’t do it, you do it.” You whisper, squeezing Yoongi’s hand.

“Me? You sure?” He asks, and you nod, closing your eyes. Yoongi wastes no time, looking out proudly to his friends. “We’re pregnant,” He says with a grin. 

At the sound of the words, your eyes open to a reaction you did not expect. No one had moved.

“Is that it?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “That’s it. I’m pregnant.”

“Fucking called it!” He shouts with a smile toward Jimin. 

“You did not call this, this was expected,” The It boy rolls his eyes.

“Hold on,” You stop the bickering by holding up a hand, “This was expected?” You tilt your chin and glare at him. Pouty lips smirk back.

“Guys,” He says quietly, looking between you and Yoongi.

“He’s not wrong,” Hoseok says sheepishly, lifting his shoulders to his ears.

“What!” Yoongi sighs, laughing. Jimin starts to plead his case with Taehyung and Hoseok to Yoongi, bringing up your relationship's past, and your favorite thing to do together. You want to listen, you want to hear what they’re discussing, because it’s about you, but you’re glued on Sunny.

Sitting sideways, body facing Jin, her eyes that were once sharp, and a little pissed off, had softened immensely. Your goddess of a best friend slowly shook her head in tiny, lips parting in shock. Standing up, pushing her chair back aggressively, she pulled the boys away from their amusing bickering, her aura sucking them in.

“You’re pregnant?” She asks just above a whisper, never once leaving your gaze. Nodding, your smile starts to grow. “You’re gonna keep it?”

“Wouldn’t have told you all I was if I wasn’t,” You chuckle awkwardly, feeling a lump in your throat, “I’m gonna be a mom.” The cry breaks, tears stream down your cheeks as Sunny pushes past Jin’s chair to throw her arms around you, holding you so tight you can feel her heart beating a mile a minute.

“You’re gonna be a mom,” She repeats, and her own tears start.

“Yeah, you are!” Jungkook cheers, the next one to stand up. Holding open his arms for Yoongi, your boyfriend smiles and takes him in, patting him on his back a couple of times, sending him another type of thank you for keeping your secret.

There is at least five minutes occupied by hugs, and congratulations, and kisses as you and Yoongi share broken info with each member who was the next to approach you. Yoongi tells the story of the Golden Disc Awards, how that was the day you had found out, and ultimately the reason you were plastered to the couch the entire time, not even making it out to see the show. At the mention of it, you feel your heart twist. You wanted to watch that performance.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung sings, slapping an arm around Yoongi’s back.

“I know,” Yoongi says. Since he spilled the news, he was unable to control his smile.

“And I thought Jimin would be the first,” Taehyung says.

“Hah,” Jimin cackles, “I can’t get pregnant!” In front of him, Jungkook shoots him the quickest look of worry, like he just leaked some kind of secret of his own, but it’s brushed away as fast as it had come up.

“What the hell did that mean?” You ask Jungkook, elbowing his tattooed bicep. 

“No idea,” He whispers, giving Jimin a deadly look.

“You besties okay?” You question, a joking tone hidden within it.

“We’re fine,” Jungkook sighs, switching to a more positive energy, “How do you feel? Everyone knows!” He hugs you for the fifth time, giving you a shake.

“I think… I think I feel hungry,” You say after some thought, and Jungkook pulls away with mischievous eyebrows that make you giggle.

“You’ve read my mind,” He says, then releases you to toss his hands in the air, gathering the attention of the room, “Baby Mama is hungry, let’s eat.” He blushes at his own words, covering his mouth with a hand as he glances at you with a grin.

“Baby Mama!” Sunny repeats, the group laughing together.

Yoongi approaches you as everyone begins to take their seats. With his lips pulled into a smile puffing out his cheeks, your stomach takes a tumble, finding him incredibly adorable. Sliding his arms around your torso, he pulls you close and kisses your temple. 

“I don’t think I see anyone packing their bags,” He says quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. Rolling your eyes, you smile and laugh under your breath.

“Give her a week,” You say, rising to your tiptoes to give him a proper kiss, and when you take a breath, you smirk and whisper, “Congratulations daddy.”

Widening his eyes, Yoongi huffs a laugh, shaking his head, “No, no, don’t do that.” 

With a giggle, you press your lips to his, and mumble a quiet, “I love you.”

Taking your seats at the table with your friends, there’s a tremendous relief, a huge weight taken off of your shoulders now that they know. Throughout the dinner they asked a million and one questions, which should’ve made you nervous, but instead gave you an excitement you haven’t felt yet.

All seven of your friends were going to be there for you throughout this entire experience, ready to help, ready to pitch in, ready to look after you, as well as the man beside you who held his hand over your thigh for the entirety of dinner. You were loved, you were supported, but most importantly, you were happy. Completely, utterly, truly happy.

Here are some of the events & works mentioned in this piece for reference... I spent some time studying & watching these!

Golden Disc Interview

TinyTAN Dream ON

In no means do I mean to discredit anyone who created TinyTAN or worked on it. In this piece of fiction, OC is a 'ghost' creator and remains anonymous, so all original creators in ACTUAL real life are still there to be credited. This is a piece of FICTION.

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